Who: Celyn and Wes Where: The Parlor When: Wednesday evening What: Just chatter Rating: U Open?: Closed, for now
Caddoc was in bed for the night, cuddled up with his favourite soft dragon (welsh red, of course), nose peeping over the top of the covers and soft snores just audible - he had a cold. Celyn, on the other hand, wasn't in their suite - she was downstairs in the parlor, relaxing in front of a low fire with a cup of hot chocolate. It wasn't really cold enough for the fire to be strictly necessary, but there was a distinct nip in the air outside, and the autumn leaves made the fire seem completely appropriate. She was curled up in one of the big squashy chairs, book on her lap, but she wasn't really reading - she kept drifting off and staring into the flames instead. It had been a weird few months - this job dropping into her lap out of the blue, the re-location, this strange house that was home not only to the employees but to the Society and all of it's treasure - it was taking some getting used to. She was sure that she would get there - eventually.